The midday sun shimmered in the deep blue cloudless sky and scorched Zoe’s pale skin. A free holiday in Portugal courtesy of her mum and dad’s wedding anniversary wasn’t something to decline, but she definitely didn’t want to spend the whole week with them. Bored of their company she had taken a walk along the beach at the hottest time of the day. She wandered down the shoreline for almost an hour. As she carelessly meandered along, the gentle waves graciously slid up the beach and cooled her feet before gliding back down from where they came.

 

The further she went, the quieter and more rugged the beach became. Wide open sands became secluded coves hidden by jutting cliffs and overlooked by arid scrub-land made up of leafless dead trees and bushes. A group of Portuguese boys headed towards her stopping their conversation as they approached. After they had passed, one gave a whistle which caused the others to break out into laughter. Zoe turned her head to see them all staring intently at her. She gave a wry smile, quite pleased with the reaction she had provoked. She’d worn the small bikini on purpose and it didn’t leave much to the imagination. She had worked hard to achieve her trim figure before this holiday and got a kick out of displaying it, or at least teasingly showing glimpses of some of it to the hungry eyes of horny men. She had a petite figure. A small bum, medium sized tits and 5 foot 4 in height with long blonde hair. Although she hadn’t yet had a boyfriend, there were many who admired her from afar.

 

It was hot, bordering on uncomfortable but that’s what made foreign climes special for Zoe. The intense ferocity of the light, heat and humidity. She pressed on, winding between huge rocks and through narrow passageways, enjoying the seclusion and thrill of exploring the unknown. She thought back to her encounter with the boys earlier. It had made her tingle with excitement. She had felt the sickly sweet churning of arousal within her bikini bottoms. Was she an exhibitionist? How far could she, or would she push her tantalising display? Her head spun just thinking about it.

 

After climbing a small cliff to continue her coastal trek, Zoe came across some narrow steep stairs leading back down toward the sea. A shabby home-made sign read “Private” in big white painted letters. She peered down the passage-way but could only make out a small glimpse of the sea in the distance. She had always dreamed of finding a secluded beach to have all to herself and questioned the legality of the sign. More likely some local residents just wanted to keep the best beach to themselves. She tentatively made her way down the stairs which were completely shaded from the sun. Her skin cooled and she felt goosebumps forming on her arms as she squeezed by the damp, dark rock-faces on either side of her. The stairs became ever steeper and then ended in a rocky ledge. Below her Zoe gazed upon a small curved pebble cove, totally concealed by high cliffs and devoid of any sunbathers. A purpose built ladder attached to the ledge stood in front of her and stretched down to the cove about three metres below. The sun’s reflected rays sparkled off the sea and dazzled Zoe as she approached the ladder to go down and explore her discovery. But as she neared the edge she saw a pair of feet on the beach below, the rest of their body hidden from view underneath the ledge. She stopped and stepped back hoping she had remained unnoticed. Stood still, out of view Zoe leaned her body forward and craned her neck to see if the feet had moved. They hadn’t. She didn’t really want to share the beach with a stranger or get in trouble if the beach really was private and so prepared to climb the stairs back up to the coastal path. Before doing so she leaned forward again to take one last peek over the side of the ledge. The feet were still there. She edged a little further forward to see a pair of firm bronze legs come into view. Curiosity made Zoe want to see more, so despite the risk of being caught, she shuffled her flip-flop wearing feet a little closer to the top of the ladder. Her heart abruptly jumped into action and began to thud loudly against her chest as the rest of the man’s body came into view. His large uncovered cock and balls lay in full view resting between his thighs. To Zoe, who hadn’t seen many dicks close up in real life, it looked like a sleeping snake basking in the warming sun. She was suddenly overcome with a powerful urge to reach out and caress this beast to see how it felt. She imagined the weight and heat of it in her hands and as she did, a wet warmth surged from within her dampening tightly fitting crimson red string bikini bottoms. Above the sleeping snake was a flat stomach and reasonably toned torso. The face remained out of sight, hidden in the shadow of the ledge and beyond Zoe’s view. With her eyes transfixed on the naked body below her and her feet feeling like two heavy stones anchored to the ground, Zoe wondered what to do. She wanted to stay and enjoy this moment, but she also wanted to run back up the stairs as fast as she could away from any danger. Before she could decide, the sleeping snake arose from its slumber and unfurled, rolling up the man’s leg until it stood erect and pointing towards her. Zoe marvelled at the site, amazed at its transformation. Then the man’s hand came into sight and began to stroke the beast, gently at first, stretching the skin back and forth making it grow even more. Zoe couldn’t avert her eyes. She imagined it pressed against her pussy, slowly easing her wet pink lips apart and then sliding inside her giving her a blissfull feeling of completeness. As she felt the tickling sensation of a trickle of her juices running down her leg, the man began to pump his dick harder and faster. The head of it throbbed and glistened as Zoe's left hand instinctively reached down between her legs. She felt her nipples tingle and so longed for the sensation of another's touch upon her body or holding her tight and close. Beads of sweat formed on her brow and in the crooks behind her knees. Her face became flushed and her legs felt like they were about to buckle. If there had been someone behind her watching, she wouldn’t have been aware, or even cared. She was in her own wild, erotic moment. The man took a few final deep strokes before his dick convulsed and jets of thick creamy cum streamed into the air and sploshed heavily onto his chest. Zoe gasped, a little too loud, and the man’s legs shifted. She turned quicker than she ever thought she was able and started to scamper back up the steps as fast as she could, her flip-flops clumsily slapping against each step giving away her presence to anyone within earshot. At the top of the steps she turned to look back down to the cove. The passageway was empty. She hadn’t been followed. She was alone with just the sound of the warm breeze from the ocean and the distant sound of lapping waves. He heartbeat gradually slowed but the adrenaline still pumped around her body. She had never felt so alive or aroused in her life. It was an addictive sensation, and she wanted her next fix.